I pull out, wincing as my cock protests. My release is dripping out of her, mixed with hers and tinged pink. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, my cock was much larger than any human man she’s been with. I stretched her pussy as if she had been a virgin.
She will learn to accommodate me, but the first few times we have sex will be tight.
Janie is moaning, her eyes open but not focusing on anything. As I rise off her, her fingers come to her tits. She pinches and twists the little buds hard. A bit too hard. I can’t really fault her for touching herself right now. She has no idea. She’s not intentionally disobeying me. The driving need to fuck is controlling her actions.
I scoop my Baby girl off the bed and hurry out of the bedroom, heading for the basin. As soon as I can reach the faucet, I turn it on and put the stopper in. Luckily the water heats quickly. I don’t want to shock her with cold water, but she’s thrashing about in my arms so badly. Her fingers are still plucking at her nipples.
She’s the sexiest creature I’ve ever set eyes on. I’m going to have to work with her to get her to stop touching her nipples. Once they’re pierced, she could hurt herself if she tugged on them the way she’s doing now.
I lower her into the water and hold her head up with one hand while quickly splashing the rising water over her pussy with the other.
Her body is having little spasms. It’s normal. I’ve read about this. But it’s still kind of unnerving. I don’t like my Little girl to be in such turmoil even if it is caused by passion and lust.
I grab the gentle soap, pour some onto a cloth, and quickly reach between her legs.
Janie winces. Her skin is tender and sensitive from our coupling. She’s panting. Sweat is dripping from her brow. When she finally releases her nipples, it’s to attempt to bat my hands away. She shoves at my forearms.
“Let Papi wash you, Baby girl. I need to get my essence off your skin. It’s powerful.”
She moans, her head lulling back and forth as she fights me. Her resistance is useless of course. She’s far too small and weak to manage to get me to stop. Plus, it’s not an option. I need to wash my semen and our combined lust off her.
I empty the basin and refill it twice before her breathing slows down. She looks exhausted as if she’s run a hundred miles. She’s limp in my arms, uncaring that her legs are splayed open. “No more,” she complains.
I finally lift her out of the water and wrap her in a thick, soft towel before carrying her back to the bedroom. She’s exhausted. I need to let her sleep for a bit before I feed her again and we board the transport vessel.
After reclining her gently on the mattress, I slide a diaper under her, part her legs, and then gently rub a soothing ointment on her folds.
She pushes at my hand, trying to stop me. “Too sensitive, Papi.”
I’m worried I’ve pushed her too far. What if she’s freaked out and doesn’t want to have sex again? It was too much for her. Frankly, I’m in a panic myself. I don’t ever want to hurt her.
The damage is done for today, however. I can’t take it back. I need to explain what happened before we board the transport vessel. And fuck, but I haven’t told her what to expect when we arrive either. I’ve had her for several days, and I’ve botched my duty to inform her about what her arrival on Eleadia will be like.
After I fasten her diaper, I strap her wrists to her sides. She’s going to have to sleep like this for the time being. I need her to stop playing with her nipples. I can’t watch her every second when she’s asleep, so I’ll have to restrain her.
When she’s awake, I’ll be able to discipline her for disobeying me, but when she’s asleep, she can’t be held accountable for her actions.
I owe her a spanking too, for the very same infraction in question yet again now.
I need to get us all packed up and then wake her early enough to spank her and explain a few things.
I lean over and kiss her gently.
She’s fucking precious and perfect in every way. I hope I haven’t turned her off from having sex. It was intense.
ChapterEight
Janie
“Papi?” My voice is hoarse and cracks when I try to speak. I glance around. I’m alone in his room, but a moment later, he comes through the door and rushes to my side.
“Don’t like the cuffs, Papi,” I complain when I find my wrists once again restrained to my sides.
He unfastens them and lifts them to his mouth to kiss them. “I think you’re going to have to get used to sleeping restrained, Baby girl.”
I flinch.
His expression is filled with concern when he meets my gaze, brows drawn together, mouth in a serious straight line. “How do you feel, Baby girl?”